[Natsume nods, accepting that—and he does accept it, and he won't ask questions, but there are a lot of questions he wants to ask. He knows what that's like, though. He knows people are always wanting to ask him questions, and it's foreboding, so he'd like to be courteous when it's his turn to wonder.

He opens his mouth, but it takes him just a second to actually say anything—] They have cakes. If you like cakes. I don't know if you do. I don't eat a lot of them, but I've gotten good at picking out some nice ones. [He's pushing away from the railing. He hasn't paid the bird any mind until now, and he still doesn't really glance at it, but he does reach out his hand and give its head one scritch as he leaves it.] We can go sit down, and... you can tell me about it. If you like cakes. What you like.